As Raiver and Naria made their way upstairs, the weight of their intertwined fingers seemed to anchor them to each other, their connection growing stronger with every step.
The corridor stretched before them, its worn carpet muffling their footsteps as they approached the door to their private chamber.
With a gentle push, Naria opened the door, revealing a sanctuary where they could talk and unburden their souls.
The room was adorned with an old candlelight that had a warm glow dancing upon the walls. A plush canopy bed stood in the center, its drapes billowed softly in the breeze that whispered through the open window.
Raiver guided Naria toward the bed, his touch conveying both tenderness and strength.
They settled down, Raiver cradled Naria in his arms, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against her cheek.
